Saturday mornings were Ivy's least favorite time to leave the house, but she didn't have much of a choice. She was out of milk, and her pantry was embarrassingly empty.
Though she had a lot of chores to do, she wasn't ready for any of that. She didn't even have the strength after sitting at a club for over an hour.
Thinking about what happened at the club, she sighed, glad that the headache she had woken up with had subsided.
"I don't have a social life, people keep saying. Yet, I decided to socialize yesterday and saw myself at the wrong club with two fools who assumed that every lady they meet is the same," Ivy said out loud, her irritation from last night partially returning.